Amos 5
1 Hear ye this word, which, I, am taking up concerning you—even a dirge, O house of Israel.
Tie asɛm yi, mo Israelfo, saa adwotwa yi fa mo ho:
2 She hath fallen—she cannot again rise, the virgin, Israel, —she lieth forsaken on her soil, there is none to raise her up.
“Ɔbabun Israel ahwe ase a ɔrensɔre bio, wɔapo no wɔ nʼankasa asase so, na onni obi a ɔbɛma no so.”
3 For, thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, The city that goeth out a thousand strong, shall have left it a hundred, —And, that which goeth out a hundred strong, shall have left it ten, belonging to the house of Israel.
Nea Otumfo Awurade se ni: “Kuropɔn a ɔde mmarima ahoɔdenfo apem ko ma Israel no, mu ɔha pɛ na wɔbɛka; Kurow a ɔde ahoɔdenfo ɔha no, mu du pɛ na wɔbɛka.”
4 For, thus, saith Yahweh, to the house of Israel, —Seek me, and live;
Nea Awurade ka kyerɛ Israelfo ni: “Monhwehwɛ me na munnya nkwa;
5 Then do not seek Bethel, and, Gilgal, shall ye not enter, and, unto Beer-sheba, shall ye not cross over, For, Gilgal, shall, surely go into exile, and, Bethel, shall become a trouble.
Monnhwehwɛ Bet-El, monnkɔ Gilgal, na munntu kwan nkɔ Beer-Seba nso. Ampa ara Gilgal bɛkɔ nnommum mu na wɔbɛhwe Bet-El ase koraa.”
6 Seek ye Yahweh, and live, —lest he break forth, like a fire, upon the house of Joseph, and it devour with none to quench it, for Bethel.
Monhwehwɛ Awurade na munnya nkwa, anyɛ saa a ɔbɛpra Yosef fi te sɛ ogya; ɛbɛhyew, na Bet-El rennya obi anum no.
7 Ye who turn, into, wormwood, justice, and, righteousness—to the ground have let fall.
Mo a moma atemmu yɛ nwen na mototo trenee ase.
8 [Seek him] who made the Cluster and the Giant, and turneth, into morning, the shadow of death, and who, day into night, doth darken, Him who calleth to the waters of the sea, and poureth them out on the face of the land, Yahweh, is his name:
Nea ɔbɔɔ nsoromma, Akokɔbeatan ne ne mma, nea ɔdan sum yɛ no adekyee na ɔma awia dan adesae. Nea ɔboaboa po mu nsu ano na ohwie gu asase so, ne din ne Awurade.
9 Him who flasheth force on the strong, —and, force, on the fortress, alighteth!
Ɔsɛe abandennen ntɛm so na obubu kuropɔn a wɔabɔ ho ban nso,
10 They hate the man who, in the gate, rebuketh, —and, him who speaketh truthfully, they abhor.
motan nea ɔteɛteɛ wɔ asennii na mubu nea ɔka nokware animtiaa.
11 Therefore—because ye have trampled on the poor, and, the gift of corn, ye would take away from him, though, houses of hewn stone, ye have built, Yet shall ye not dwell in them, —Though, delightful vineyards, ye have planted, Yet shall ye not drink the wine of them.
Mutiatia ohiani so na mohyɛ no gye aduan fi ne nkyɛn. Enti ɛwɔ mu sɛ mode abo a wɔatwa asisi afi akɛse de, nanso morentena mu; ɛwɔ mu sɛ moayɛ bobe nturo a ɛyɛ fɛ de nanso morennom mu nsa.
12 For I know how numerous are your transgressions, and how surpassing your sins, —ye adversaries of the righteous! ye acceptors of a bribe! Even the needy in the gate, have they turned away!
Na minim mo mmarato dodow ne mo bɔne akɛse no. Mohyɛ atreneefo so na mugye adanmude mubu ahiafo ntɛnkyew wɔ asennii.
13 Therefore, the prudent man, at that time, will be dumb, —Because an evil time, it is!
Ɛno nti, onyansafo yɛ komm saa mmere yi mu, efisɛ ɛyɛ mmere bɔne.
14 Seek ye right and not wrong, that ye nay live, —that, so, Yahweh God of hosts, may be with you, as ye have said.
Monhwehwɛ papa, na moanya nkwa na ɛnyɛ bɔne. Na Asafo Awurade Nyankopɔn bɛka wo ho, sɛnea moka sɛ ɔyɛ no.
15 Hate wrong, and love right, and station, Justice, in the gate, —Peradventure, Yahweh, God of hosts, will be gracious unto the remnant of Joseph.
Munkyi bɔne, na monnɔ papa; Mummu atɛntrenee wɔ asennii. Ebia, Asafo Awurade Nyankopɔn benya ahummɔbɔ ama Yosef nkae no.
16 Therefore, thus, saith Yahweh, God of hosts, My Lord, In all broadways, shall be lamentation, and, in all streets, shall they say, Alas! Alas! And they shall call the husbandman unto the mourning, and, unto the lamentation, them who know a wailing song;
Enti nea Awurade, Asafo Awurade Nyankopɔn se ni: “Adwotwa bɛba mmorɔn nyinaa so na ɔyaw ne apinisi bɛba mmɔnten so. Wɔbɛfrɛ akuafo ama wɔabesu na agyamfo abetwa adwo.
17 Ye, in all vineyards, lamentation, —For I will pass along through thy midst, saith Yahweh.
Wobetwa adwo wɔ bobeturo nyinaa mu, efisɛ mɛnantew mo mu,” sɛnea Awurade se ni.
18 Alas for them who are longing for the day of Yahweh, —What good to you, is the day of Yahweh? it, being darkness and not light:
Nnome nka wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ Awurade da no ba! Dɛn nti na mopɛ sɛ Awurade da no ba? Saa da no bɛyɛ sum, na ɛnyɛ hann.
19 As if a man should flee from the face of a lion, and there should meet him—a bear! or he should have entered the house, and leaned his hand upon the wall, and there should bite him—a serpent!
Ɛbɛyɛ te sɛ onipa a oguan fi gyata anim na okohyia sisi, sɛnea owura ne fi de ne nsa to ɔfasu so, na ɔwɔ ka no.
20 Shall not the day of Yahweh be, darkness, and not light? yea, thick darkness and no brightness in it?
Na Awurade da no bɛyɛ sum; ɛrenyɛ hann, ɛbɛyɛ sum kabii a hann nsinsan biara nni mu.
21 I hate, I despise your festivals, —and can scent no fragrance in your solemn feasts.
“Mikyi na mepo mo nyamesom mu aponto; mʼani nnye mo afahyɛ nhyiamu ho.
22 Nay, though ye cause to ascend unto me ascending-sacrifices, and your meal-offerings, I will not accept [them], —nor, the peace-offering of your fat heifers, will I regard.
Ɛwɔ mu sɛ mode ɔhyew afɔre ne aduan afɔre brɛ me de, nanso merennye. Mode asomdwoe afɔre brɛ me nanso mʼani rensɔ.
23 Take thou away from me, the noise of thy songs, —Even the melody of thy harps, will I not hear.
Momfa mo nnwonto gyegyeegye no mfi me so! Merentie mo asankuten so nnwom.
24 But let, justice, roll along like water, —and, righteousness, as a torrent over flowing.
Mmom, momma atɛntrenee nteɛ sɛ asubɔnten, na trenee nyɛ sɛ asuten a ɛrenyow da!
25 The sacrifices and meal-offering, ye brought near unto me, in the desert, for forty years O house of Israel;
“Israelfo, ɛnyɛ me na mode afɔrebɔde ne ayɛyɛde brɛɛ me mfe aduanan wɔ sare so ana?
26 But ye carried the tent of your king-idol, and your Saturn-images, —the star of your gods, which ye made for yourselves:
Mode mo ho nyinaa ato Molok nyame, ne mo honi Rɛfan so; wɔyɛ ahoni a moayɛ sɛ mobɛsom wɔn.
27 Therefore will I carry you into exile beyond Damascus, —saith Yahweh, God of hosts, is his name.
Ɛno nti, metwa mo asu akɔ Damasko nohɔ,” sɛnea Awurade a ne din ne Asafo Onyankopɔn se ni.
